Trafford’s Trading Club

Rest day, quiet campus, students wandering three, three, two... especially on large grasslands, which is a good place for them to get close to nature.

A black beetle slowly entered the school driveway at this time, attracting the attention of many students… it seems that many students know this black beetle.

Speaking of which, it's not without people, there's a lot of people around the world, but in this school, it looks like there's only two people so far —— one of them, naturally, is the owner of this black beetle.

As for the other, it was a newly transferred seminarian - although most of the female freshmen seemed to have only one impression, and she could never remember what she looked like.

Perhaps it's the kind of passers-by face, that's why I can't remember... The good guys quickly gave this explanation, and this new girl seems to have been gone for a week.

Still quite impressed with the owner of this black beetle - Ramias, a genius physicist and one of the physics faculty mentors, but often goes out for academic exchanges and doesn't spend much time teaching at school.

But there is one thing, but the physics classroom is always like that for the son of this Lamierce teacher.

“Oh my God! Lamierce is back! ”

“Oh, I've been waiting for another cold break for half a semester, and I'm finally getting a chance to attack the goddess? ”

“I can't, I can't! Miss Ramirez is so sexy, I'm going back for a flush! ”

“Are you going back? I'm ready!! ”

All in all, the black beetle still slowly drove in, eventually reaching the parking lot of the Physics Faculty teaching building.

Dark hair, black dress... black medium heel shoes, unusually pale skin, but not a soft type, perfect posture among women.

A number of students had arrived outside the parking lot at this time, mostly male… The teacher named Ramias took off his sunglasses at this time and smiled slightly at the students, nodded… After nodding, he walked directly into the teaching building and went back to his office.

Ramias, who was just a teacher, had his own private office, unlike a teacher of saltfish at a seminary, who could only sit in a large room and work with several teachers.

She had just pushed the door and discovered that someone was already waiting in the office, a suit of leather, a man in his forties - if a student were here, he would be able to recognize the middle-aged man as the director of training at the college.

The director of the training saw Ramias come in and frowned: “You won't be unsuitable at this time, the knights of the two cavalry institutions stationed here have been more active in recent days. ”

Lamierce walked straight to the tea table, like she didn't hear, and turned back and said, "Coffee? Black tea? Green tea is ok, imported from China and tastes good. ”

The coaching director frowned more deeply, but there was nothing he could do - in the college he was a coaching director, in theory a little higher than Mr. Ramias, but not elsewhere.

“Then boil water for nothing, healthy.” Ramias tossed a bottle of mineral water at random.

The director of the training frowned again, knowing that Ramias was sitting down, and he slowly said: "The people of the Holy Church are here, and according to intelligence, it is very likely that Vasco will lead the team this time, and we presume that their purpose was to come for Stra. In addition, a twelve knights, the clown Dagonit, were dispatched from the headquarters of the Knights Institution in Mistou. Muffin and Viktor left school early this morning, depending on the circumstances, they should have picked up... so you really shouldn't have picked this time back, which is likely to expose you. ”

Lamia gauged the director of the training in front of her with no expression, looking directly at the other person's unnatural appearance, and said softly: “Stra is the former warden of Divine Will, please resign for such a long time, the Episcopal Church has always hoped to be able to recall him to headquarters. Over the years, several waves of holy church lobbyists have come every year, this time in Vasco, presumably to the limit of patience. As for the Knightly Institution, I'm afraid it was Vasco who led the team this time… However, the Knightly Institution probably does not yet know that there is a former warden of Shenwei Prison hiding in a small town on their border. In general, neither of the two dialers came for us. ”

The Director added: "There is one more thing about the former Prime Minister. You probably knew about his death a long time ago, but he left a lot behind after his death, and our intelligence speculates that the British knighthood is likely to find some connection between the former prime minister and us… especially the [Dragon Rider Armor] thing. ”

Ramias bluntly said: "[Dragon Rider Armor] is just a simple model. Even if the knight organ can crack it, it's just a few more toys at most... if it's exposed, it's exposed. Anyway, we have more important things to do next. This is directly related to the future of the Church, which will not be the opponent of the Church, regardless of the torment between the Episcopal Church and the Cavalier institutions. ”

Ramias has always been very confident, and she knows about this... but at this point she seems a little overconfident, which leads to some speculation in the director's mind, "Is that thing almost done? ”

“Soon, just get another sacred relic.” Ramias held his hands to his chin and the two peaks of the Great Bank pressed onto the laptop at the table, revealing an inspiring smile.

The director's throat could not help but grunt… but the shock and ecstasy in his heart was even more elusive than the temptation before him.

As black cultivators, they have done a lot over the years, and after a hundred years of development, the revitalization of the cultivation will surely go even further.

Prepared for a hundred years, starting with the body of the puncture duke, the plan was officially launched, and then the sacred relics of the monastery of Pejols were successfully seized... finally, is that plan in its final stages?

“In that case, you shouldn't have come back at this hour!” The director of the training remarked positively.

"We need a man of pure holy power," said Ramias. "Of all the prey, there is no better man than a former Warden of Divine Will. It's not because Stella is hiding here, nor will you be stationed here all these years. ”

“Stella's strength is unpredictable.” The director shook his head: "You're the only one, I'm afraid it's not enough. ”

After all, we are faced with the former Shenwei Warden… a powerful [inhuman], and the Director of Training is well aware that Ramias is an ordinary human being in all respects - most, a trained, more powerful human being, yet far from [inhuman].

“One is enough.” Ramias smiled slightly, "crucifying Saint Jesus was also human. ”

Hiddenly, the director seemed to associate himself with something, shocked and said, “Is that what's done? ”

Ramias didn't talk, just went backwards, accidentally playing with a pendant at the chest collar, and even said something else, "Any good seedlings lately? In a few moments, the cultivation will be completely closed, and this is the last chance to absorb fresh blood in a short time. ”

The director of training was aware of his authority and, I'm afraid, could only go deeper to the present stage… He thought that Ramias, in addition to being a member of the action team, also had a duty to review the recruitment of new members, saying: “There was nothing to focus on until now, but there was an heir to a large consortium who could perhaps absorb them into the periphery and fund the Order. ”

“All right, you do it.” Ramias nods his head, "I'll take a few days of lessons in the meantime... just do as usual. ”

The director of the training eventually had to leave Ramias' office with a full stomach of doubt.

After instructing the director to leave, Ramias opened the curtains of his office and looked out at the town, flashing a strange colour in his eyes, "What is so special about this place… why so many devout souls? ”

Shaking his head, Ramias stretched out his lazy waist and pulled a silver pistol out of the bottom of his skirt at random... disassembled it and began to wipe it down slowly after disassembly, but it didn't seem to be satisfying.

Actually, she had a beloved pistol, but somehow it was lost in Romania.

Between seconds, Ramias assembled the silver pistol again, then turned the chair, facing out the window, and the muzzle turned to the sky, making a shot.

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HALLELU-YAH

Father Stella is playing the piano.

The song comes from the mouth of the young choir kids, they keep quiet and listen to the praise of the Lord... the kids are really cute like angels, the biggest of them is no older than 10 years old, the youngest is even 4 years old, all the children in town.

After the choir gathering, the prayer gathering, still led by Father Stra, after which he will lecture the crowd.

The church in the town, where Father Stra had always been the only one, had arranged everything for the church by himself, and Father Stra had made gifts himself, I heard, for Easter every year.

Respected people, almost everyone likes this old, fat, charming priest with a little light in his head.

There are gatherings after the lecture… There are many different types of gatherings coming down one day a week that divert crowds into different rooms of the church.

At this time, in one of the Church's rooms, Father Stra is listening to the hearts and minds of the faithful - because they all live in the same place, and they all know each other.

“She hasn't woken up yet, I don't know what to do... she's very devout and has never been absent from a holiday worship party. ”

Inside the room, a man was masking his pain and a sad cry made the men sitting around show sympathy.

Mr. Smith, owner and chef of a famous restaurant in town. They all ate Mr. Smith's cooking and knew him somewhat well. They knew about Mr. Smith's misfortune, but did not expect the difficulty of life to end up making this optimistic gentleman cry like this.

Father Strasse softly comforted him by excerpting several passages from the Scriptures and slowly reciting them in front of Mr. Smith… The priest's voice seemed to have a warm-hearted power.

Mr. Smith had made it painful, but his mood had unwittingly relaxed… Difficulties had not been resolved, his wife was still lying in the hospital wards, while his son was still missing, but he had a good future and all the difficulties would eventually come to an end - picking up hope for life.

“Thank you, Father.” Mr. Smith said with gratitude.

He needs this kind of psychological comfort, which will allow him to persevere without breaking down - which is why he left the hospital today deliberately to come to church.

Waiting for the party last night, Mr. Smith had an opportunity to rush back to the hospital.

“You are all faithful to the Lord.” Father Stra's voice gradually became faint and slightly integrated into the hearts of the people.

In the room, the gentle slight light, if flashing without ground, just that the believers are in that comfortable state of mind being caressed, seemingly unrecognized.

But someone can see what it feels like... Mai Lada!

At this moment, he hid out the window of the room and revealed a hint of surprise - he had been squatting here for a long time!

Early in the morning, when Father Stella began to prepare for worship, he kept his watch... all morning long, he stared at Father Stella, a bad old man, and he would question his life - finally, at this moment, he waited for what he needed!

Holy!

This bad old man is not simple, he has holy power, and depending on the circumstances, the quality of holy power is quite high - it doesn't really matter, what Mai Lada needs is just a little holy power that comes out of Stra's identity!

His communication props, at this point quietly absorbed a tiny bit of holy power, reacted... Enough! We're ready for a comm!

Mai Radaton is ecstatic and feels his bad luck is over!

He hastily pulled himself out and ran away without saying a word - he was going to contact the communities in [the inhumane realm] and have them send reinforcements!

Wait, old magician, you humiliated me, I will pay you back twice! Ten times more! Twenty times more!

Meanwhile, Father Stra, who was in the room reciting the scriptures of the reader, suddenly shook his head, then bounced his fingers and a tiny golden light shot out the window.

Mai Lada, who was running with his legs, felt a sudden pain in his calf, the whole place fell down, and the crystal of the communication prop in his hand rolled out in a flash!

Mai Lada was shocked when she was about to get up and pick it up, and she heard a click!

I just saw a huge figure who didn't know when to show up in front of him... the Communication Prop Crystal, and by now it had broken under this huge foot plate!

Vasco!

“Oh, did I step on something? ”

Looking at this strong and somewhat frightening old man in front of me, Mai Lada had a few twitches in the corner of his mouth before asking: “You... how much do you weigh? ”